A rain, rain, go-away morning,
and its less mellow-fellow,
a gloom-and-doom,
thunder-and-lightning noon,
soon bursts into a
hello-yellow-sunshine afternoon,
when forsythia blooms.
Because even a gray day
can’t stay that way.
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through the window of
the taxi came the warm wind
and a blur of blossoms
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April sunshine warms,
waking bulbs from their long sleep,
bringing back robins
playgrounds hold laughing children,
a lawn chair is all I need
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even trees shine
after heavy, icy rain,
when I look up
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If I were a crystal,
I might be a citrine mushroom,
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the gray catbird
me-ee-ee-ow tweets;
the breeze is as still
as a Japanese lantern
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dolphins break the surface
scattering starlight, but
far below in the kelp forest,
dancing on waves of
blue bioluminescence,
lantern fish glow
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love,
born in a small child,
a calm six years young,
holding an infant with
tiny toes, heavy head,
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The rhododendron doesn’t bloom
like the cherry, in wispy pink petals
that fall like snow in the first wind,
no, the rhododendron blooms
like a queen, standing her ground,
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from bare trees to green hearts
and dancing fronds —
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Waves beat the shore into sand,
wheels of clouds darken the day,
not one thing goes as planned.
But a rock ledge offers a chair,
I rest my feet close to the salt spray,
and the cooling breeze lifts my hair.
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